I Truly Am The Villian

Before, Xu Zimei gained the recognition of the True Martial Trial Tower.

According to the ancestral teachings of the forebears.

He can fully control the Trial Tower.

However, Wang Hengzhi, to be on the safe side.

Looked at Xiao An'an as she approached with Xu Zimei and still asked, "Ancestor, the tower disappeared."

"Let's go," Xu Zimei glanced at him and said calmly.

The meaning was already self-evident.

I know, but I'm too lazy to explain to you.

Wang Hengzhi gave an embarrassed smile and then asked, "Then what about Senior Blade, should I ask him to join us?

But given his age, he might find it inconvenient to travel far with us."

"Don't worry about him, the True Martial Trial Tower is gone, he's already left," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

Wang Hengzhi was a bit puzzled.

But he did not ask further.

He had now understood that saying too much might displease the ancestor.

Might as well play the mute Sect Master, follow along and add some seasoning, it's not too bad.

Xu Zimei turned and glanced at the people from the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation, not giving them any attention.

Instead, he said, "Get me a stretcher, this wheelchair is making me uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Wang Hengzhi hurriedly found a stretcher.

Then had four disciples carry Xu Zimei slowly towards the Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation.

The main city of the Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation is located in Dragon City.

Not far from the True Martial Holy Sect.

Because the True Martial Holy Sect, originally, was part of the territory of the Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation.

Xu Zimei was in no hurry, and no one dared to rush him.

So the group casually walked for half a month.

During this time, Xu Zimei also began to train these disciples.

One day, they passed through a valley.

The valley was vast, filled with a swirling blue mist.

In the mist, countless snakes' eyes gleamed.

This is the Poisonous Snake Valley.

Xu Zimei threw all the disciples into the valley, letting them fight to the death with the snakes.

Every time they were close to death, Xu Zimei would rescue them, heal them, and then throw them back in for more training.

Another day, they passed by a river.

A tribe of man-eating Fish Demons was entrenched in the river.

Xu Zimei then had the disciples battle with the entire Fish Demon Clan in the water.

The disciples were covered in bruises, with not a single part of their bodies unscathed.

This hellish training also made the people of the Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation shiver, speechless in astonishment.

Is this cultivation?

It is clearly torture.

Though training was hard, the rapid progress brought much joy to the people.

The disciples' realms were improving by leaps and bounds each day.

Come to think of it.

Finding someone like Xu Zimei, who could heal their injuries anytime, allowing them to fight without fear of death,

was extremely rare.

The disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect didn't have these conditions before.

Now with Xu Zimei, each of them was serious.

At first, some complained.

Later, it was as if they became masochists, feeling uncomfortable if they didn't get some torture daily.

Some even actively sought Xu Zimei to increase the training load.

The days just passed by.

Midway, Xu Zimei found the Willow Wood Ancestor.

The other was sealed in a coffin, retaining only a limited lifespan.

And the disciples carried the coffin along the journey.

Xu Zimei opened the coffin and looked at the Willow Wood Ancestor within.

The Willow Wood Ancestor's seniority was considered moderate within the True Martial Holy Sect.

He hasn't seen most of the ancient ancestors.

While not a far-reaching knowledge, he still knew most of the ancestors.

He was different from Xu Zimei.

So subconsciously, he regarded Xu Zimei as someone from the same era as his master, the Three-Blades Great Saint.

"Do you want to live?" Xu Zimei directly asked at the sight of him.

"If there was a choice, who would want to die?" the Willow Wood Ancestor replied with a bitter smile.

"You contributed to rebuilding the True Martial Holy Sect," Xu Zimei said.

"The master was kind to me, this is my duty," the Willow Wood Ancestor sighed.

"It's a pity, I will not see the day the True Martial Holy Sect rises again to glory in my lifetime."

"You will see it," Xu Zimei said.

"Considering your merit, I can help extend your life."

"It's useless, I have taken many life-extending medicines, my body has built resistance," the Willow Wood Ancestor shook his head.

Xu Zimei didn't respond to him.

He just took out a leaf from the Tree of Life.

The rich vitality emanating from this green leaf.

The Willow Wood Ancestor was directly stunned.

He was somewhat excited.

"This... this is."

"Leaf of Life," Xu Zimei said.

"Even with resistance, it can still extend your life by a hundred thousand years."

"A hundred thousand years," the nearby National Master Lunri was directly dumbfounded.

Items that extend life are inherently precious.

Let alone ones that extend life for a hundred thousand years; he had never seen one.

Probably never even heard of one.

"This... is this for me?" Willow Wood Ancestor felt as if dreaming, asking in disbelief.

Upon seeing Xu Zimei nod.

He then received the Leaf of Life with trembling hands.

"Thank you, ancestor, for granting me rebirth," the Willow Wood Ancestor directly knelt.

"Stand up," Xu Zimei waved his hand.

"Absorb this Leaf of Life quickly, and escape the dark confinement of the coffin."

The Willow Wood Ancestor nodded heavily.

He was somewhat eager.

Quickly went to the side to start cultivating.

After the Willow Wood Ancestor left, National Master Lunri finally came over with a fawning smile.

He smiled and said, "Ancestor, do you have any more of those leaves?"

"A whole tree of them, why?" Xu Zimei replied.

"Could you spare me one?" National Master Lunri asked.

He felt somewhat embarrassed himself.

Begging with a thick face for a reward.

But the allure of a hundred thousand years of life extension was irresistible.

Xu Zimei didn't reply, just looked at him with a faint smile.

National Master Lunri blushed.

Unwilling, he added, "Whatever the ancestor wants, as long as I can do it.

I will agree to it."

"These leaves are worthless to me.

But I just don't want to give them to you.

What do you make of that?" Xu Zimei responded.

National Master Lunri's expression changed slightly.

Those words made him feel humiliated.

He couldn't say much more, only replying, "Since that is the case, I apologize for bothering you."

Xu Zimei gave him a cold glance and said nothing more.

On the contrary, there was still plenty of time ahead.

The Heavenly Saint Supreme Nation was just a bunch of jesters, not worthy of his attention.

...

Finally, after half a month of a long journey.

Xu Zimei led the people of the True Martial Holy Sect to Dragon City.

Which is the capital of the Ancient Dragon Supreme Nation.

This Dragon City has long been famous, the most expansive one here, without exception.

Xu Zimei glanced at the disciples beside him.

He instructed, "Go and challenge them."

"Chal… challenge what?" the disciple asked, somewhat puzzled.